Thanks for posting this thread, Anabelle, and also to everyone who has taken the time to respond! I'm a shade short of 5'7", and weigh about 170. This means that I have a reasonable blend of male and female features - which works out well for someone who enjoys being both man and woman. I'm rarely ever excluded from buying cute, trendy girlclothes, which is a big boost to my hobby. My weight stems mostly from bone structure and muscle. I'm pretty 'hippy' for a guy, which has obvious benefits in terms of our lovely hobby, but with a small waist (about 29" presently) - so I'm able to fill out the basic shape of women's clothing fairly well. Jeans for one thing, I tend to wear well. (Sorry Anabelle, I will have to disagree and say that I love wearing girl jeans - there's something timelessly sexy about flared denim legs with the heel and toe of some stilettos poking out at all those lovely angles that they make!) But I also have fairly wide shoulders & a muscular upper body, making dresses sometimes a chore to pick out. Shoes, I don't do so well with, wearing a men's size 10 extra wide. It can be difficult to find the sexy stilettos which which I am so endlessly enamored. Couple that with a semi-feminine face, and I feel I'm reasonably well off.

As a guy, there are tradeoffs too. I've gotten enough crap from guys about my height before, but I've never really allowed it to affect me too much. Others don't even seem to notice. In fact, I was once talking about height with a taller guy, and I mentioned my height. He told me that he would never have really noticed my height unless I mentioned it. I took that as a great compliment, and vowed never to bring it up again. If my attitude didn't reflect my height, why emphasize it? Maybe the only real frustration that I get out of my lack of height is the fact that it rules out some women, the ones who long for the tall, dark, handsome type. I once dated a girl who was almost exactly my height - and loved to wear heels to boot. But she was adamant that she would never wear heels around me. I didn't care if she was taller than me in them. In fact, it was more of a turn off that she wouldn't wear them. There are few things sexier than a woman in heels. But it was certainly frustrating for me.

All in all, though, I wouldn't trade any of my features in - except for my wide feet!